Fourteen - Awakened -

As if I hadn't had enough pain and suffering delivered to me, my subconscious had escaped from my control and deemed it the (un)appropriate time to do the crazy wacky sea of events thing again, where I was once again zipped around and showed millions of incredibly complex and confusing moments, involving countless faces that given the speed I had trouble recognizing. I still didn't understand why I was being shown these things. 

So many things, so many people...why?

The rush made my head dizzy. That, combined with the electrocution and bruises in my lungs, I felt nauseated and felt inclined to scream. But out of the sudden chaos, everything seeming to be beyond my control, a voice could be faintly heard echoing from the distance, AND WAIT A MINUTE, I WAS DEAD, WHY DID I CARE. Oh whatever....the voice distinctly called out my name.. "Sarah!"  I snapped my head to the voice. And I listened to it again. 

"Sarah. . . ."
Hmm.. "Oh hai, random voice."
"Sarah"
"...random voice" 
"Sarah"
"Random voice"
"Sarah"
"I mean, I'm dead, what more could you want." 
"Sarah"
"RANDOM VOICE" 
"CONCENTRATE"
"THAT IS NOT MY NAME" 
????

Say what now? Did that mysterious voice really tell me to..concentrate?
Horse ears, all that be nonsense. I was losing it, that's all. "Sarah, you need to concentrate." "Say that again and I'll...I'll....I'll scream." "You already do that." "How dare, I'll smother you!!" "You're threatening a voice."
"I hate you, whatever you are." "Just concentrate."
The walls of images steadily blurred past me at lightning speed, the immense chaotic noise blarring in my ears...I couldn't help myself. I had to do what the voice said. I couldn't stand the chaos any longer. Like that, I squeezed my eyes closed and focused. Focused on just one single thing instead of everything at once. My ears rung from this, focusing so hard and tightening my nerves up to push my attention on a single goal. This lasted several seconds. So long a moment, I could feel my heart beat and body pulse. And suddenly....there was silence. Everything came to a still close. It was still enough that I slowly opened my eyes and looked around.

Either it was me that stopped or the walls, but I was no longer moving, and neither were they. I was hovering in the air, staring all around me at the images floating beside me like millions of pictures. There was a peaceful silence. That of which made me confident enough to breathe. It was as if I were discovering a new world with all this tranquility. I gazed all about until I found I could move myself, not trapped by an unseen force. I pushed my body and drifted downward as if I were floating in space. I kept pushing it through several forced pumps until I was coming closer and closer down below, where I let myself flutter down like a balloon losing air and finally landed on an invisible solid surface.

I looked around again, at all the walls of moments still like photographs, compiled in endless stacks behind one another. It was almost like a computer. I now noticed it was almost categorized by events. Like..as if...I had tapped into time itself...I looked behind me, seeing that the walls kept going down just as they kept going forward. And I spotted, at one point, the events of Middle Earth, Neverland and the Marketplace. I looked back, in total bewilderment. "Well....." My annoying voice echoed across the empty air. "Well indeed." 

I jumped. The random voice...it was back. 

"WHO WHAT WHERE WHEN HOW AND WHY" "Calm, Sarah...you've no need to be afraid." "I ain't afraid o' nothing, random voice." "Your increased heartrate would suggest otherwise." "Listen here, random voice, I feel panic, yes, stress, yes, anger, yes, excitement, yes, alertness, yes, but never fear. Ok? It's something my body can no longer process. So don't call me out about that garbage. I'm freaking out right now, don't mean I'm afraid."
"...my apologies." "....I forgive you." "...." "......." ".........It is clear to me there is no time to show you the deeper levels of this world quite yet." "Ok, but who are you?" "Therefore I'm only going to allow you to explore just a tad bit of this new world on your own terms." "Awesome, who are you." "But I promise, next time, I will take you on this journey." "Radical, dude, who are you." "Until then, good luck on your journey here and remember.."
"Why are you avoiding this." "Save them."

I don't know how, but I suddenly felt the voice's presence leave the area.
And I looked all around, "HEY! COME BACK HERE!" 
My own annoying voice echoed across the wide spread amount of white space. I blinked. "Hello?!" ...nuttin'. I sagged. "..Well fine."

Accepting that I would no longer get help from this random voice, I proceeded forward, slowly, to explore this eery new world on my own terms..as the random voice put it. It was clearly crafted from the subconscious, as it harbored the feel of what dreams are made of. However, as it is with my usual prophetic dreams, there was clearly something much more bigger at work here. Someone...or rather, someTHING..was showing me things..perhaps attempting to shed light on the mysterious happenings that had started happening the minute I decided to travel with the boys.
I might even go as far to say...it was trying to warn me. By showing me events to come..and that have already passed. Whatever it was, it was taking me on a path. A path that's importance I am yet to discover.

A path that I suddenly was ripped away from as a voice echoed my name..not one belonging to the random voice..but a more familiar, accented voice. An unseen force snagged me by the middle and pulled me back with tremendous violence and urgency and I was flying once more in midair as it took me backwards from the walls of moments, going further and further and further until my body slammed against something and I briefly forced my eyes shut at the impact and then flung them back open, where I now was staring straight up at a gritty ceiling. I breathed.
I had come back.

As soon as my body shifted on it's own as I gained further consciousness, my head shot over at the one who had awoken me. "Bane.." He nodded at me. "Miss Demens.." I crinkled my brows. "I'm..alive..??" My head began to clear and I slowly came into realization of what was happening. I then instantly leapt up. "Tarnation, man, I'M ALIVE!! HOW AM I ALIVE?!" 

I felt my chest in a panic for any life threatening wounds. "This is witchcraft!!" 
My eyes squinted now from the light in the room and I attempted to move, but it only pulled muscles which should not have been pulled. "Ow." I spoke with a groggy voice and immediately held the back of my neck. 

I heard the others shift and Bane turned his head, "Gentlemen.."
They at once ran to inspect the scene. I glared at them from the corner of my eye, and I lowered my brows as I gave a rather unpleasant scowl.
"Yes, it's alive, so it would seem.." I moved my hand to my head and rubbed my aching temple. "Bruh, what happened, I like....was dying. How am I even alive." "You tell us." I snapped my head at Master and pointed angrily at him, "Don't you start with me, Saxon! I'm not disoriented enough to not remember that I'm still freaking ticked at you!" "Oh yeah?" He folded his arms. "And what'd I do this time?" "Are you getting senile in your old age??? You practically frickin' dissed my very existence and only view me as a chick you can easily dump or kill, after everything we all have----"
I stopped. "....anyway....that aside.....I guess I'm alive now, so..."
"Good. That means you can tell us what happened." "What happened??" 
Joker tilted his head, "How you got in the shape you're in, kid."

My eyes drifted away from them for but a moment as I processed this, before finally returning my gaze on the four staring clods. "Loki........it was Loki." They jolted. "Loki?!" 

I nodded. "And not just him...he was paired with someone else..a woman..they did this to me. Loki beat and stabbed me with a fragging scepter, the Victorian speaking piece of obscenity. And she just...electrocuted me....she has abilities."  "A woman?" Bane repeated, putting his hand to his chin, thoughtfully. I nodded again.
"And they just..stopped attacking you?" I crinkled my brows as I tried to remember. 

"No, they........" At that moment, realization took over. I sprung up so fast and so forcefully, my spine hurt and my legs caved in underneath me upon falling ungracefully to the floor, "MYSTERY BOY!!!!!!" 

The boys at once looked unsettled and started to tense. "Mystery Boy?" "That little black haired punk?" "What about him?" "It was him, he stopped them, he fought 'em off.. he saved me!" "Wait a minute..he's here?" "Yes!" "How?!" "I don't know, he just is!"  

Jim turned over to Master, "But how would he get here?" "Don't know.." Master muttered. "Could it really be him?" "It's possible..." Bane turned his head at me, "Are you quite sure the boy wasn't a hallucination, Miss Demens?" I snapped my gaze at Bane with a dropped jaw, "Bane, how could you even ask me that?! I know what I saw! He definitely wasn't a dream." "You coulda stumbled over against that wall yourself, kid." "Forget you, clown. I was conscious enough to realize what was happening, alright? Stop doubting me!" "That boy keeps popping up, I don't like it.." "Seriously.." I rolled my eyes. "All he's ever done is protect me, why are you four clods against him?" "That's why." Joker said bluntly. I scowled at him. "If I was a cursing girl, I'd be so freaking obscene to you imbeciles right now."  

"Well if he was really there, he's lucky I didn't catch him. Put that little parasite out of my misery." "Screw you."
"Oooh, boys, I think we've struck a nerve!" Joker exclaimed with a villainous chuckle.
I shook my head, "I don't understand, he was right there, how did you not see him?"
"We just didn't." "When did this even happen?" "Right after Loki and the chick attacked me." "At that Disney attraction place?" "Yeah.." "Well, he has impeccable timing, doesn't he? Waiting until you're beaten to a pulp.."  "Clown, I'mma punch you so hard.."

Master shrugged, "Your little boyfriend aside, why were you over there to begin with"

"I spotted the chick outside Oscorp and chased her there." "Why did you do that?"  

"I was mad and didn't care about consequences." "Why's that?"
I rolled my eyes to him, "Remember that little conversation we just had or do I need to assault the memory back into you?" His eyes fell to the floor, as memory visibly refreshed itself through his face. I winked and clicked my tongue sarcastically, "That's why."

 I stepped ahead and tried to resist wobbling due to my weakened knees, the others watching me intently. But I had to retain my dignity, I was being spiteful, and had to look stronger than I actually was. I was, after all, in the company of four of the baddest villains.
My eyes flashed to the others, my forehead crinkling angrily. "Are you saying I WAS dead??" "In a way.." "....explain." Master placed his hands in his pockets. "Your vitals, your physical condition, your mental state...everything was shutting down. Your body was dying. You had minutes to live and yet...you came back." Joker shrugged. "Just like that."
I swallowed. "Really?" "...Care to explain?" I jerked my head back, "pardon?"
"Well, it's YOUR body." "And I'm just as flabbergasted as you are." "Um...flabberwhat?"
 I cleared my throat, "Flab-ber-gast-ed. Surprised, bewildered, perplexed."
"How dare you go writer on me unexpectedly!" I snickered. "Alive for 900+ years and you don't know what flabbergasted means. For shame, Saxon." He gritted his teeth. 

"It's a made up word." "Darling, are not all words made up? Not too long ago, the word 'cellphone' didn't exist, yet now, here we are." "...I hate you." "Right back at chya."  
"You're dodging the topic, Demens!" Joker barked. "Don't yell at me!" I chirped.
"How'd you survive?!" "You freaking tell ME. Last thing I saw was Loki beating the crap outta me and that female obscenity electrocuting me and next thing I know, I'm ali-"
I froze. My eyes drifted down to my arms and I blinked repeatedly. "Wha...."
"What wha?" I swallowed. "I...I feel so....strong..." They shared confused glances.
I flexed my muscles. "My arms....they feel so..powerful now.." The boys watched as I bent them and moved them all around, staring with widened eyes and a gaping mouth.
"What in the even heck happened to me???" They watched with great curiosity as I bent my limbs to and fro. "In fact..all of me appears to be...stronger..."

I began to twirl all about the room, moving my body in a rather loose, effortless manner.
"This hasn't happened to me in forever!" "What has?!" Master exclaimed, following me with his gaze as I swirled around the four. "I demand answers!" "When I was younger, I shocked my arm by accident and the whole thing went numb. I couldn't use it for hours...next thing I know, it began to operate faster and stronger than ever. All from a simple shock."
"Are you saying being electrocuted...empowered you??"
I turned and faced them with a devious grin, "Why not? After all.."
I suddenly leapt up and hung from the bars sitting high up and did something I shamefully could not before..did push-ups. Even did so with one arm with incredible ease that horrified literally all of the boys. I especially did so when I flipped backwards, which took my breath away and made my head dizzy, but at least it looked cool. I fell back down and lifted my arms up gracefully with my usual cocky smirk. "..We all know I'm weird." 
I flexed and stretched and rolled my head around. "If anything, I suppose I should be THANKING the louts for attacking me. I feel quite exemplary!" "Stop using words I'm too lazy to understand!" "A word which here means..the best of its kind."
I did indeed feel amazing. Like I had a whole energy I never thought I'd feel. Usually being a tired old man and all. I felt so good, an awakened jolt of adventure birthed inside of me and I dashed forward, grabbing my jacket. "Now..how long was I out for?"
Master, who was currently rubbing his sore eyes at the sight of the monstrosity that is me, being so jubilant, hastily darted his gaze back to me. "About an hour." "Perfecto!"
"Why." "Cuz I got an appointment with a certain goblin I don't intend on being late for."

I whipped on my jacket and strode forward with much suave. "And just for the record, I am still mad at you four." "Oh don't start with that." "I'll start with what I want, I'm a strong independent penguin." I snatched my backpack and headed for the door, flipping my ponytail behind me snootily. "Since you four are so intent on leaving, then leave. I'll get help from anyone I need help from and I have a wide assortment of choices. Believe it or not, I do not need you." Harsh as that may be, I was merely trying to bait them. For I do need them. They are my companions, my ride home and beyond, men I have fought side by side with. As much as it's painfully hard for all of us to admit, we have grown close.
We are connecting. Without them, I'd be stuck.
I couldn't save this world without them. Plain and simple.

As I opened the door, however, and stepped out, I was suddenly pushed aside by a scruffy old hooded Master who marched ahead, grumbling for my tiny self to move as he was taking the lead. The rest were right in tow, each of them glaring with major sass as if I just challenged their very masculinity by telling them to flee. I smirked at my success. Even though I was indeed still mad at the four idiots...they still remained my four idiots.
~ To Be Continued ~